On the way home last night at Hornsby station I was spinning the green franklin Frisbee on my finger and it slipped off and fell down between the station and the train, just like that the little guy is gone, slipped from my fingers like melting butter, he’s gone.
As of yet I have not received any condolences from cityrail
Last night after work I met up with Ryan, I was a bit late because jen and I where playing handball out the front of the office. But we met then went into the city to go to the Bacardi festival at darling harbour, we walked around and looked at the boats at the maritime museum and played Frisbee under the freeway bridges, then we watched some Latino music. Jo and Helen joined us and we had some Bacardi and food and listened to Latino music, I didn’t want to dance I was quite happy just standing and listening to the music, everyone was trying to convince me to dance but I was stubborn and just stood there, Jo, Helen and Ryan all danced.
I’m too self conscious to dance, I think the idea of choreographed dance is much less scary for me, because you would know what to do and when to do it.
We also played cards and a bit more Frisbee in St Andrews square.
